Monday, January 31, 2011

The Night Watch

Tears and worries
multiply through
the abyss of the night

But mornings rays
disperse the murk
and despair
and restores
the soul

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Proust on Poetry

I am reading Proust's In Search of Lost Time and enjoyed this snippet on poetry.

"My mother had to abandon her quest, but managed to extract from the restriction itself a further delicate thought, like good poets whom the tyranny of rhyme forces into the discovery of their finest lines" (Vol 1, p31).

While we live in an age of blank verse this thought still holds true. The force of writing and the discipline results in good poetry.

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